3. Everything Has Changed

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This chapter is dedicated to EmSlough because I'm in love with her. Her stories are so beautiful, I can't even begin to describe them. She is reem. If you don't know who she is, you're wasting your time on Wattpad. <3

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"I just want to know you better now."

- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran, Everything Has Changed

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January 8th, 2016

CONFUSED. Unhinged. Befuddled. Addled. 

It had been eight days since I last saw him. Though I had bumped into him at the café near the east wing a couple of days ago, I remembered how quickly I had scurried away. I didn't know how to react to the boy you lost your first kiss to, that too, in a drunken state. Sure, he was a pretty face and a kind heart, but I was ashamed. I didn't want to have an awkward encounter with the boy who reeked of confidence whilst I fumbled and fidgeted.

I sighed and sipped at my third hazelnut latte.

"Thank you", I shouted at Emily, my favourite barista and friendly acquaintance, as I headed towards the exit.

She beamed in return and turned her head towards the waiting customer.

What had I done? How would I ever tell my sister I got drunk with a stranger and locked lips with him when I should have been sulking at Starbucks? There was nothing I could do to undo it, not that I wanted to. It wasn't a mistake. I didn't regret it. I had loved every second of his warm lips and cold hands, of his musky scent and ruffled hair. God, I'm was thick as a brick, I thought as I settled in my chair.

I remembered I had to call mother and tell her about Grace I wrote it on a sticky note and stuck it on my board. It was then that I noticed the foreign note. Amongst my same-sized, colour coded notes was a neon coloured page that read:

8456239987

Call me.

-Eddie Teddy

Eddie teddy? That's jokes.

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January 11th, 2016

Another three days passed and I continuously fought with the idea of calling him. What can I say? I am a believer of Sod's Law.

After fours hours of staring at my phone screen, I re-read the message for the umpteenth time.

Humble apologies, I had intended to contact you sooner. But I was buried neck deep in my latest project. How have you been? Fancy a coffee?

I reluctantly sent it and sighed again. It sounded too formal and probably pretentious, but that was all I could come up with.

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January 20th, 2016

Grace was home from her Global Governance Convention.

"How dearly I have missed your cooking. There's only so much Cup-a-Soup could do."

She laughed and entered the kitchen, asking me what I wanted for supper.

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